Dawn Rising

She'd often wondered why Alex hung on. What kept her going when she thought Lucien was dead? Why she didn't simply go on with her life and find somebody new? Move on? Wouldn't it have been easier than clinging to the thin shred of hope that never seemed to die? Now, bending to plug a Christmas candle into the socket, placing the tiny light on the windowsill to shine like a dim beacon of hope in the darkness; she understood. When you loved someone, what choice did you have?